New Breeze

Who do you think you are?
Another Roman on holiday
Days not spent they’re just frittered away
A way to get your kicks

Sprawled in the tropics like a dying whale
A weak link in the great chain of being
Anaesthetised by the
Stinking mundane
No ways to get your kicks

Hard up for money
Hard up for pain
Hard up for a roof in the pouring rain
I’m hard up for touch
I’m hard up for love
One, two
Pissing in the new breeze
Hee-Haw!

Gallipoli to galilee
On a quest for victory
Untamed in the backwaters
Ecstasy! Ecstasy!

A dead cat and a bloody room
Why don’t you tell me what I think of you
Bring out the little dancing mice
Bring out the fires of paradise

Hard up for money
Hard up for pain
Hard up for a roof in the pouring rain
I’m hard up for love
I’m hard up for hate
One, two
Pissing in the new breeze
Hee-Haw!

Oh what a day, what a day to behave
Oh what a day, what a day to behave